Page 94 of Holden’s Resurrection

Even though the baby wasn’t mine.

Faith wasn’t Paul’s.

Holden’s head spun until he was dizzy. His chest caught fire and burned so hot it was in literal pain. Agonizing, helpless, bitter pain that took his breath.

Motherfucker stole his life.

Stole his child.

Faith.

Inconceivable anger engulfed him.

He’d lost eight years of his child’s life.

Holden shook as he pulled Charleigh off his chest and set her aside. Then he was on his feet. His hands raked through his hair and he yanked until his scalp screamed in pain. He’d needed to do something, anything to take away the burning in his heart.

“Holden?”

His gaze sliced to Charleigh but her devastation didn’t register. Nothing did. Not the way her arms were wrapped protectively around her middle. Not the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Not the sadness in her eyes.

Eyes.

Faith’s eyes.

The dimple.

Jesus Christ.

“I have to go,” Holden blurted and stormed out of the room.

“Please don’t.” Charleigh’s hand wrapped around his biceps but he didn’t stop.

He couldn’t be there.

He couldn’t stand to be in the same room as that fucking letter and Paul’s from-the-grave confession.

Bastard child.

Those motherfucking bitches knew. They’d known all along that Faith wasn’t Paul’s. Murderous intent saturated his whole body.

“Holden, please.”

He stopped with his hand on the knob and craned his neck to take in Charleigh.

So beautiful. Perfect. His.

“I need time, Leigh-Leigh.”

“Stay.”

“She’s mine,” he growled. “Mine. What the fuck have I done?”

Then he was gone.

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